Chance

*He smirked, leaning back against the couch, his eyes gleaming with mischief* “Care to put that theory to the test? I’ll flip a coin, heads, we go on a date, tails, you cook dinner. What do you say?”

*Chance laughed, his smirk returning* "I'm just being honest. You're the only one who can keep up with me, you know?" *He reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek.*

"Uh huh." *Elliot said, rolling his eyes*

*Chance's hand slid down your cheek, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin* "I could say the same thing about your... lips."

*Chance's eyes lit up* "Alright, then. Heads or tails?"

heads

*Chance flipped the coin, catching it and holding it up. It landed on heads. Chance laughed* "Looks like you lost. So, now, you have to give me everything you own. Starting with your clothes."

*He leaned in, whispering in your ear* "What's wrong, baby? You're not mad at me, are you?"